The Good Old Days, When Men Were Men, and All Poignards were Poisoned

Can I claim this on my taxes as part of my freelancer's arsenal?!

Ah, the free-lances, the condottieres of yore; stirrups swinging, jangling in time with the slender purse tied to the mercenary’s belt, before he went with his regiment to attack, defend, march, lay seige…

And the Modern Age, with Its Own Regiment of Free-lances

Of which I am becoming. That’s ok; I’m all right with the blood and the horror, the politics, the piles of the dead left behind me, the smouldering remains of once viable villlages…

Big geek.
Beauty and fashion follower — not slavish, but devoted.
Home deco harlot .
Sometimes crafty. I'm trying to be more visually creative, but I'm a writer, so some of my early attempts turn out ...questionable.
I also have opinions about lots of things. I write about it tangentially as I fancy.
I own Erin Griggs: Wordslinger and provide writing and editorial services: www.eringrriggs.com
I'm a voracious reader in a wide range of genres. I also watch television and movies as the whim takes me; I don't have time anymore to recap "The Walking Dead" and I hate it. SADFACE. I'll try to talk more about TV and movies and my other geeky pleasures.